VARSHA
Section 51

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Thunder came crashing into the warmth of the sun. Mutual disdain signals a storm coming soon. The quiet situation adds to the tension. Some of the servants who accidentally saw the scene both of them were trying to turn themselves. They do not want to interfere or end up exposed to the tantrums of the husband and wife.

Now in this magnificent building there are only them. Both together tension is created in the look of the eye.

"What's the baby in your stomach KIM SEOK JIN's son?"

"ANSWER ME, RANIA." His loud voice echoed in every room. A flash of emotion, a sting, a wound mixed one in a flash of his little iris.

Wrinkles for the sake of forehead wrinkles were created in the wide forehead of Rania. The woman did not expect to hear the words and snapped of the husband.

Clenching both hands, he answered Jimin. "What makes oppa say that? This kid's your son. Our son." Clearly Rania suppressed her every word.

"FAITHFUL. Why did Seok Jin take you to check the contents yesterday? And now he dared to come here. Even when I was sitting in the wheel chair the man never came. If I knew this baby was another boy, I wouldn't have noticed it in the first place. I didn't expect it to turn out that you're that kind of woman, Rania."

Deg!!

His hazelnut bead slowly widened. His stomach mouth opened with a heartbeat too tight. It hurts to hear every word that slides free from the mouth of a trusted person. Word by word is like incising a wound. The invisible wound that was supposed to be closed, was now forcibly open. Tears glide without being prevented. Disappointment develops into a dimension of pain.

With a tremble both of his eyelids closed for a few seconds. Drop by drop of clear keristal was pouring. Before long the petals were back open displaying flashes of pain. Anger creates distrust. Hope is only hope. Pseudo happiness develops into an unattainable wishful thinking.

Only the wounds remain. The sembilu clouds deliver Varsha that never subsided.

Plakk!!

One slap landed smoothly on the husband's white cheek. His five fingers were clearly imprinted there. A flash of anger was emitted in the eyes of the moon. Disappointed rania. He was really disappointed to hear from Park Jim-in.

"I'm sick to know this Rania." Further again.

"Then what about me? Today I saw my husband go see another woman with his worried face. If to love you this sick, then I wouldn't have done it in the past." One sentence ended their quarrel. The pain he received this time was so severe. There is no word of tolerance anymore than every word spoken. That pain was how Rania felt at this moment.

He also carries pain. Tears from earlier did not subside even more flowing rapidly. One by one, the stairs through which it is like stepping on broken glass.

Which wife is not hurt to hear the accusation of her husband like that.

The wounds that are trying to heal are getting bigger. Gaping, wet, not in the least signifying kindness. Harsha who he felt yesterday presented Varsha so strong.

The glass that was originally trying to be intact, shattered back to pieces. Even more broken now. Maybe there's no hope of being strung together again. It takes a lot of time and effort to get it back. Although it cannot be intact as it was.

Jim-in is silent in his place. His gaze turned downward remembering what had just been said. Detail of the clock on the wall accompanies solitude. Her lips were tightly locked with no intention to say a word. However, both of his hands clenched tightly. I don't know what he's feeling right now.

Instantly a shadow of yesterday came to him. Where he went to meet other women even embraced voluntarily. Guilt slowly began to eat away at his heart.

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The door to the room was slammed quite strong. His small body slumped down unable to withstand the heavy weight in his chest. Sobs sounded bitter over what had just happened. Rania did not expect the unsubstantiated accusations to come out of the husband's mouth.

Be ill. It was too painful to love her husband. He has sacrificed a lot. However, not the slightest bit of her sacrifice yielded a sweet result. Even if it exists, then fatigue will replace it more deeply.

Varsha.....

The word kept looming inside him. A name embedded in the self presents pain, heartache and pain without stopping. How many tears have come out of her wedding journey? Like an ocean, as deep as an ocean. Maybe that's what describes it.

"I'm sorry, dear. Mama couldn't do much to stop your father's words. Promise me, I'll make you happy." His whisper was soft as he rubbed his distended stomach.

The kick from the little guy feels strong. He continued to show warmth to the angel. Only the baby she has now.

"O Allah, are you too greedy? Because you enjoyed the happiness of yesterday? If you know it ends up hurting, let it walk as it is. The servant cannot bear this deep wound, Rabb. So sick that I don't know what else to do. I ask you to strengthen this heart." Whispers watered.

Varsha this time came so cruel. Invite persistent pain. It's hard, and it seems hard to forget. Painful love produces the results of pain. Only tears as a companion of loyalty.

"If you loved you this sick, I wouldn't have accepted it from the beginning. I'm not ready to get hurt if it ends in disbelief. Sorry, dear mama. Mom, hope you don't hear what Dad said. Leave him with his own thoughts. As long as we are happy together." The rest is still accompanied by tears.

Not how long it rained so hard. The sky seemed to be in pain. Black clouds continued to gather in the sky there. And so in both eyes. After crying all this time alone, Rania moved on and did what she wanted.

Strong intentions. His determination is unanimous, he will do anything for the happiness of the baby. Ayu's face which usually displayed calmness and cheerfulness, slowly changed. Flat, even a little no intention to make a smile.

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While downstairs Jim-in is still staring in silence. The net remains at one point of the object. The roar of the chest clapped rapidly, the mounting emotion reached the crown. I don't know what he's feeling right now. All the jumbled could not be described.

Slowly his sturdy body slumped down, sitting in the coldness of the marble floor. The silence greeted him strongly. The sound of lightning striking each other out there. It seemed like the rain was crying over what was happening to their marriage.

There was no one by his side. He was alone with the void.

"Aaarrrgggghhhhh.." he grabbed his coarse hair and rubbed his face.

The brief quarrel had instantly changed his stance. Jim-in realizes that he has hurt his wife. Obsession, possessiveness turns him into a cold figure. It is not love or love that he gives, but a wound.

The wind blew fiercely, the sound of water descending from the sky was earthy. Thundering lightning was still racing to hit the pain. In silence Jim-in thinks a lot about what he has done.

"What have I done?" ogre.

And from that moment on his life was no longer the same. There are still many mysteries that will happen tomorrow morning. Either the sun is shining brightly or a rainstorm is about to welcome it. Whatever it is, it is all the fruit of what he has planted.

Enjoy the process that happens. There is no event without cause. Be ready for yourself what will happen. Good, bad is already a risk. Tears are the most important part in it. Whether it's a sign of Harsha or Varsha.

Just wait until the time will answer. Everything needs process and progress to wake up from mistakes. What is done has a response in it. And Allah never wrongly gives trials to every one of His servants.

Inna ma'al usri

"Truly with difficulty there is ease." (Q.S Al-insyirah verse 6)

...️ LARA️...